*cue sound of own trumpet*
This would be normally be welcome news, but I didn't actually do anything very marvellous.
I took a long-sleeved T to school for Mr 10, as he was going on a farm excursion and wasn't supposed to be in his uniform shirt. The school secretary told me (several times) what a great mummy I am for bringing him the shirt.
Mr Nearly19 rang me up from our favourite (INDEPENDENT) bookstore and asked for a set of TinTin books for his birthday, so I went in and bought them for him. The bookstore lady told me several times what a great mum I am for buying him the books.
It was nice to get the pats on the back, cos let's be honest, the boys didn't thank me.
But really -- how low is the expectation of parenting these days???
Fetching stuff for your kids all day is what mothers do. It's the only reason we exist, isn't it?
PS SUPPORT YOUR INDEPENDENT BOOKSTORES!